Gethsemane

and your eyes where bright
when night was greying
when on your knees
among thorns praying
i heard your fear
when you called for hope
saw fall your tear
when you could elope
but bowed the head
that spelled my grace
so that one day again
i can see your face



Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-03-10 at 21:26

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Gretchen Hunter
I wish I had something more poetic to say than this, but...wow.
2011-03-23


ngaio Beck
Unique.Subservience and hope.
2011-03-11


John Ashleigh
Your poetry recently has been outstanding, and this one is no different. I can't give constructive criticism, as I cannot see any room for improvement. Just brilliant in its radiant mood. Keep sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-10